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You had been uncharacteristically quiet at dinner. It was the first time you and all of your friends were able to get together in a long time. Sure, many of you ended up in groups together on missions, but that wasn’t really hanging out. Today, however, you were all able to kick back and relax, enjoying eachothers’ company. You had all met up at a local restaurant that was open late, or at least they stayed open for you guys. You weren't really sure, but it was sweet regardless. The food was delicious and the chatter was lively, but you mostly sat back with a quiet smile. Nobody seemed to notice or care too much, though. Shino noticed, but didn't say anything. He thought it was rare for anyone to be quieter than him at a gathering. He could understand Hinata being a little bit quieter, since she was shy. However, you weren't exactly the shy or silent type. He couldn't help but wonder what was up with you.
Your gaze wandered across the table. Naruto and Choji were having an eating contest, with Lee cheering them on. Hinata was a blushing mess since you and the other girls made sure she got the seat next to Naruto. Neji, Shikamaru, and Tenten were chatting casually about something and Sakura and Ino were lightheartedly bickering. Whatever argument they were having ended in giggles. Shino sat adjacent to you, he was unreadable, not responding or reacting to anything. Shikamaru was sitting directly to your left, and Kiba was to your right.
“What idiots,” Kiba said, gesturing towards Naruto and Choji, “is it bad that I kinda want to join them?”
You weren’t sure if he was talking to you, but you couldn't help but chuckle.
He turned to you. “Do you think I should join them?” he asked.
“Only if you want to be an idiot too,” you replied, amusement laced throughout your tone. You soon turned back to your food, going quiet again.
He thought it was kinda weird, usually your banter with him, or anyone for that matter, would last a bit longer. Also, usually you’d initiate interactions with your friends, or at least jump into conversations you were interested in. There had to be an interesting conversation at this table that you’d want to jump into, right? These were your closest friends and you rarely had a chance like this to socialize. Once Kiba came to terms with the idea of you wanting to be left alone, he eventually did jump into the action surrounding Lee, Naruto, and Choji.
You smiled to yourself. He really is just a stupid boy, it's one of the charming things about him.
Eventually, all the food was eaten and the chatter began dying down. You had all stayed at the restaurant into the wee hours of the morning. As much fun as you guys were having, you were also extremely exhausted. Slowly, your friends started leaving, some in pairs and some on their own. You were pretty content and comfortable, so you ended up hanging around until everyone else left. Well, almost everyone. You got up from your seat at the table and stepped outside.
“Hey, you wanna walk back together? We’re going the same direction, it might be kinda awkward if we just kinda follow each other home.” His words caught you off guard, of course you were going to walk home with Kiba, you always did. His place was just a couple blocks down the street from yours.
You looked at him, a puzzled expression on your face, “we always walk home together, I thought that was a given.”
“I don’t know, you’ve been really quiet tonight. I asked ‘cuz it seemed like you might want space or somethin,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck, his gaze drifting to the ground as if avoiding eye contact.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I guess I’ve been spaced out a lot tonight. It doesn’t have anything to do with you or the others, I could actually use the company right now. I honestly didn’t notice how out of it I’ve been,” you explained.
“Okay, I’m just not used to seeing you all quiet. Usually you’re the life of the party,” he said with a slight chuckle at the end.
You looked at him and smiled warmly, “let’s get this show on the road then.”
“You got it!” He hoped you didn’t notice the blush rising to his cheeks. Luckily his clan markings were there to deflect suspicion. Something about the way you smiled at him made his heart rate pick up.
It was a beautiful night. The sky was clear and the stars were bright. The full moon illuminated your path as you walked at a leisurely pace. Neither you nor Kiba were in any rush to get home. It was late, but the air was warm and although you hadn’t shown it much all night, both of you were in high spirits. Everything felt comfortable with Kiba, he was easy to talk to, but he was also just nice to be near. Both of you were usually pretty outspoken, but silence with him was nice too. There were no other people on the street, nothing was happening at all. Just you and him and the sounds of birds chirping. It was nice to just be.
Eventually, you broke out of your thoughts and glanced over at him. He walked with his hands in his pockets. His brows were knit and he was chewing on the corner of his lip, clearly lost in thought. You studied his face, but he didn’t seem to notice. His hair was fluffy and swaying in the summer breeze, his skin was warm and golden. Your eyes followed the projection of his nose, then over his lips and cute little fangs, and to the curve of his jawline. You always thought Kiba was cute, it was the first word that came to your mind when you met as children, but you had never stopped and really looked at him before.
You broke the silence,“Kiba, you know, you’re kinda beautiful, right?”
He was instantly caught off guard and let out a snort, “WHAT? You’re such a cheeseball, dude.” He was trying to stifle his laughter, but he failed miserably. “That was one of the worst things I’ve ever heard, how did you say it with a straight face?”
You rolled your eyes. “I guess that was pretty bad, but it broke you out of your weird thought trance,” you told him with a giggle.
“You’ve been in a thought trance all night! I spaced out for a sec, but with you I can practically hear the cogs ticking,” he jabbed. Although he thought you were joking with your dumb pickup line, he couldn’t help but feel butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He never really thought of having feelings for you, or maybe he just didn’t think about the feelings he had for you. You were such a bro to him. He tried to think of you as one of the guys, since you were so chill to hang out with. However, memories of you all dolled up in dresses and applying lip gloss in front of him bubbled up. The way you’d brush your hair and style it to perfection. He even thought of the times when you, Sakura, Tenten, Ino, and Hinata would form your ‘no boys allowed circle’ and whisper and giggle with each other. He couldn’t help but wonder if boys were one of the topics you all gossiped about. Most girls are boy obsessed, right? He wondered if you liked anyone. Although he thought of you as one of his bros, he also really liked how much of a lady you were. Pretty and polished, fun and smart, you were the real deal to him. He just hadn’t noticed until you smiled at him right before starting the trek home, that’s what got him so lost in thought.
You playfully nudged him with your shoulder, he stumbled a foot to the side. He proceeded to do the same thing back to you, this time making you stumble. You kept repeating these actions back and forth, starting with a giggle, but eventually bursting out in full on laughter. After a while, you stopped, your laughter died down and your faces both fell to relaxed smiles.
“You know Keebs, I’m glad I have someone like you in my life, you're pretty cool. Walking home would be pretty damn boring alone.”
His face went bashful again. “You gotta stop saying stuff like that. It almost seems like you like me or something.”
You hummed in acknowledgement. Boys are so stupid and oblivious. Now you fully understand what Hinata has been going through with Naruto. The thing is though, you’re a lot bolder than her.
You and Kiba turned down the last alley before your street. It was pretty narrow and cut between two tall buildings. The alley was a bit dark and creepy, but it beat traveling all the way around the wall of buildings. Kiba was humming to himself and you trailed behind him. However, halfway down the alley, he noticed your footsteps were no longer audible behind him. He turned around.
“Why did you stop?” He asked.
“I was just thinking…” you trailed off.
“Yeah, you’ve been doing that all night,” he cocked a brow. “Why’s this time any different?”
You took a step closer to him, and then another. Again, his heart rate picked up. You stood practically nose to nose with him. He studied your face with furrowed brows, usually he could figure people out pretty easily, but all he could tell right now was that something was off.
“Kiba, I wasn’t joking earlier.” His breath hitched. “You are really pretty, and nice…” you trailed off again and his breathing went shallow. You lifted your fingers to his chest, gently pushing him towards the wall of one of the buildings bordering the alleyway. You leaned into him and whispered, “... and, you smell really good, it was so hard to even function sitting next to you at dinner.”
A surge of energy shot through his body, his eyes went wide and his head fell back, hitting the wall behind him. He made eye contact with the moon and realized what was off about you all night. You were just really fucking horny. He never thought of you as the type, that’s why he didn’t clock it before. Boys tend to have dirty minds, so of course he had his fantasies, but he was oblivious to the idea of you thinking those kinds of things. He had figured girls were too put together to get turned on like that.
“Kiba?” You broke him out of his thoughts for the second time.
He slowly turned his head back down to look at you. The expression on your face sent him reeling. The flush on your cheeks was illuminated by the moonlight. You had heavy eyelids and hazy eyes, your dark lashes framing them perfectly. You looked so pretty, and so damn hungry. Was this really all for him? He wondered how he got so lucky.
You spoke up again, teasingly, “it’s not like you to be left speechless.” Your hands drifted down from where they had been planted on his chest, fingertips gently trailing down the front of his abdomen. He had his leather jacket unzipped tonight due to the warm, summer air. It was such an innocent decision, but now the implications have changed. The only thing that separated your fingertips from his bare skin was his thin, mesh undershirt.
You waited for him to say something, unable to read his expression. Your heart was racing, did you make the right choice? You definitely felt the speed of his heartbeat when your hands were on his chest, but maybe it was due to shock more than it was shared feelings.
He broke the silence, “jeez woman, you really are bold.”
“Yeah? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” you asked.
A wide grin spread across his face, “you tell me, sweetheart.”
In an instant, his hands found residence on either side of your face, fingertips lacing into your hair. He pulled you closer to him, closing the last couple inches of space between you with a kiss. You let out the cutest little gasp, eyes fluttering closed. The sound sent another shockwave through his body. You clenched your fists around the part of his shirt where your hands were resting, fingertips finding their way through the gaps in the mesh. Kissing him felt so damn good. His lips were so soft and the way he nipped at you with his perfect, pointy teeth was amazing. Your chest felt so tight, it was hard to breathe, but you couldn't find it in you to pull away from him. The kiss got deeper and deeper. Your fingertips fell lower, first grazing the waistband of his pants and then drifting under his mesh top. You ran your fingertips up over his bare skin and then raked your nails down the front of his abs. Now it was his turn to groan, and it was the prettiest sound you had ever heard.
You suddenly pulled away and looked at him. His pupils were blown and he was panting.
“Heh, what did you pull away for?” He asked, slight disappointment in his tone.
You flashed him another smile, but this one was laced with mischief. You were clearly planning something.
You slowly sank to your knees, not breaking eye contact with him. His head rolled back again. He closed his eyes as it hit the wall, taking a deep breath to regain composure. After he felt calm enough, he looked back down at you. Your face hadn’t changed, your eyes were still sparkling up at him and your wild smile hadn’t faltered. Now that you had his attention, you could continue with your plan.
Your right fingertips wrapped around the hem of his shirt, you quickly shoved it up over his left pec, palm grazing over his sensitive nipple. Your left hand perched on his right hip. His chest was heaving, eyes fully clouded with lust, his skin was flushed a pretty pink and he was biting his lip so hard you thought he might draw blood. You slowly leaned in and began leaving love bites. He began letting out tiny noises each time you bit him, your kisses felt like heaven against his warm skin. One of his hands fell to the top of your head, gently petting your hair. His other hand was braced against the wall.
Soon though, kisses and gentle nips didn’t feel like enough. You began littering his abdomen with deep purple bruises, but he didn’t seem to mind.
It was getting hard for him to keep his hips against the wall. He was desperately trying not to buck up into your chest. He had been hard since you first whispered in his ear, but now it was starting to get painful. Luckily, you caught on.
You brought your left hand down from his hip and gently brushed it against the prominent bulge in his pants. His teeth released his lip and his eyes rolled back. He let out the most audible noise since you started touching him.
“Are you trying to kill me?” he asked, but it almost sounded like a statement.
You hummed against him before replying. “I could make it worse, Ki-ba~,” you said, annunciating each syllable of his name in a sultry tone. You leaned back.
Kiba opened his mouth, trying to think of something clever to say in response. However, he ended up deciding not to say anything, shutting his mouth once again.
Your right hand let go of his shirt, fingers once again grazing down his chest and abdomen. They drifted through the cute little patch of hairs on his lower belly and then came to rest upon the waistband of his pants. Your left hand pulled away from his bulge and then wrapped around the side of his right thigh, just above the knee. Once you were situated, you leaned in and placed your lips around the outline of his clothed erection. This time it was your turn for your eyes to roll back. He really did smell amazing. Maybe it was just your raging hormones and the pheromones emanating off of him, but you almost felt like you were going to pass out from being so close.
Kiba could barely hear anything over the pounding of his heartbeat, this whole situation was so incredibly hot. He was trying his best to stifle the little gasps and moans that threatened to escape his mouth. His body was rigid, he didn’t want to mess anything up, but the feeling of your mouth was so nice. The contact wasn’t direct, but the way the fabric of his pants was dampening from your saliva sent his mind spiraling.
You pulled away, sitting back on your heels. “You know you can loosen up Keebs, it’s just me~”
“Babe, I think you’re forgetting we’re in an alleyway, practically out of the open, we could get caught,” he pointed out.
“Does that mean you want me to stop?” you asked innocently.
“Fuck...” he thought about it for a moment taking a deep breath. “No,” he breathed out, “I guess it is the middle of the night, and we haven’t seen anyone since we left the restaurant.”
“Okay.” You smiled, now both of your hands were at the waistband of his pants, fingers dipping under them. “Then Kiba, may I?” you asked,” please?”
Your puppy dog eyes and slight pout were impossible to ignore, he nodded his head. That was all the confirmation you needed.
You took a deep breath and began slowly pulling his pants and briefs downwards, uncovering more and more of the hairs that trailed from his belly button downwards. Once you got to the base of his happy trail, you knew it was time. You pulled his clothing down over his bulge. His cock sprang up and slapped against his abdomen. It was such a pretty sight. He had a delicious upward curve, a pretty pink tip, uncut, you were practically drooling at the mouthwatering sight.
“Stop starin’ at it, you’re making me feel all vulnerable n stuff,” he said, looking away from you with a blush.
“Sorry, you just look really nice.”
He looked like the most erotic piece of art you had ever seen. His mesh undershirt had fallen down when you let go of it, but you could see all the hickies you left across his body through the gaps in the fabric. His eyelids were heavy and his hair was wild, falling in pretty waves that framed the top of his face. His lips were parted and puffy, swollen from the earlier kisses and the bites he used to muffle his sounds. His skin was dark and tan, with a beautiful pink flush. He looked ethereal under the moonlight.
He couldn’t deny how cute you looked, either. Your small hands holding the waistband of his pants a quarter of the way down his thighs, your eyes big and shiny. The shadow of his cock over your face only added to how pretty you already looked.
You leaned in a little closer, starting by taking one of his balls into your mouth, sucking gently.
He groaned, “jeez, you’re crazy, you know that?”
You hummed in response, the vibration adding to the wonderful feeling your mouth was giving him.
After a few moments, your right hand let go of his pants and you lifted it upwards. Your thumb was the first thing to touch the tip of his cock, then you let your palm and the rest of your fingers wrap around the upper half of it. You used your thumb as leverage and began to pump up and down, gliding with small strokes. You released the ball you were sucking on from your mouth, moving your attention to the other one.
You watched his eyes close. His brows were knit and his jaw was clenched tight. He was trying his best to maintain his composure, he had a funny feeling that you were just warming him up.
He was right.
“Hey hey, Kiba, look at me,” you said gently.
He opened his eyes again. He looked down to see your mouth had pulled off of him, but your hand was still lightly pumping him. He lifted his hand off of your hair and used his fingers to smooth out what he had messed up. Then he brushed the hair that had fallen into your face behind your ear.
“Are you ready?” you asked.
He nodded vigorously.
He watched as you moved your hand from the head of his cock down to the base. The anticipation of you lowering it towards your glossy, spit stained lips was almost agonizing. Then his head reached your mouth. You started by giving it a gentle kiss, and then a couple kitten licks while lazily pumping the base. Finally, you wrapped your lips around him.
He couldn’t help the loud groan he let out, your mouth was just too warm and wet and perfect. He silently prayed that this wasn’t just a wet dream he’d wake up from at any moment. If this was real, even if you never touched him again, he’d have the best jerk off material he could ask for saved in his mind for the rest of his life. If there is a next time, he hopes he gets bold enough to make sure you take your shirt off first.
He wasn’t really sure what to do with his hands once your head started bobbing up and down his cock, inch by inch. He decided to try to keep brushing your hair back every time it fell into your pretty face. He moved the hand that he had been using to brace himself against the wall up, using it to wipe away the sweat that had been accumulating on his face.
After working him for a while, you decided he was being too quiet and pulled off. “Kiba, please use me,” you told him. “I want to hear you.” You let go of his cock and grasped the hand that had been playing with your hair, maneuvering it until his fingers were fully entangled against your scalp. “You can be as rough as you need, I promise I don’t mind.”
Again, you wrapped your lips around his cock, this time without using your hands, and sucked it down as far as you could go comfortably, stopping at that point. Then, you just looked up at him patiently, mouth full. You were as comfortable as you could get while on your knees in an alleyway. You sat with your hands resting on your thighs, waiting for his move.
He stared at you for a moment, unsure of exactly what you wanted him to do. Then, it hit him. He began gently thrusting up into your mouth. You hummed in approval, he finally got the message. He began speeding up, still trying to hold back as much as possible, not wanting to hurt you, but it started feeling too fucking good. Expletives left his mouth as you sucked him, he had never felt anything like this before.
“Shit, shit, fuck, sweetheart,” he cried out. Eventually he gave in, it wasn’t enough. “I’m so sorry, babe,” he reached his limit and his control broke.
In an instant the hand that he wasn’t already using threaded into the hair on the back of your head. He then forcefully shoved your head down until your nose was buried in the patch of hairs at the base of his cock. Tears welled in your eyes and you choked, the constriction of your throat increasing the wonderful sensation of your mouth tenfold. He proceeded to practically pull you all the way off, only to shove you right back down again, hard. He was wildly thrusting up into you as he used your mouth as a fleshlight, setting a relentless pace. He wanted to control himself, but he was too far gone at this point. He was getting loud, moaning and gasping, letting out a mixture of curses and your name. At this point, you were whining against him and full out crying. As your tears ran down, they mixed with the saliva pooling on his cock. It was pretty clear that you had put on mascara today from the way it was now all smudged and running down your face. He was so scared that he was hurting you, but his worries were quelled by the way you moaned and hummed against him as he fucked your face. It was hard for him to really process anything aside from the pleasure he was receiving, but he just barely managed to catch the way your left hand moved up under your top towards your breast, which you soon began to knead. You were definitely enjoying this.
“Baby, honey, sweetheart.. FUCK, I’m getting s-so close. Gonna cum soon,” he babbled.
You tried to nod in acknowledgment, but that was pretty difficult, given your predicament. You instead opted to let out a little “mmhm” around his cock and braced yourself to the best of your ability.
“Yeah, yes~ oh please, baby please,” he was practically shouting at this point. You weren’t too concerned about anyone waking up or hearing you guys before, but you didn’t expect him to get quite this loud. It was hard to care about getting caught though, he was being such a good boy for you.
All of a sudden, he pulled you down as far as he possibly could and held you there. You were squirming and choking around him as he came, his eyes squeezed shut as his body spasmed. You tried your best to relax your jaw, focusing on soaking in the wonderful groan he let out as he orgasmed.
After a moment of shaking, he finally released your head and you pulled off. You didn’t say anything, waiting for him to open his eyes again and look at you. You had a surprise for him.
Once his eyes fluttered open again, he looked at you. “Fuck, that was really something else.”
You smiled at him sweetly, then you proceeded to open your mouth. You hadn’t swallowed his release yet. You stuck your tongue out and some of his cum dripped off onto the dirt below you. The rest of it was pooled in your mouth, white and shiny. It was utterly filthy. Once you made sure he got a good look and was paying attention, you closed your mouth and swallowed. You then opened your mouth again to show him exactly what you just did, now it was clean and empty.
“Fuck, dude,” was all he managed to say.
It made you giggle. Oh how you love dumb, pretty boys.
You slowly began to stand up, trying your best to dust off your knees. “I can tell you aren’t the kind of guy to pump and dump from the way you’re still hard, but I don’t really want to be stuck in an alley all night,” you told him.
Once you were at eye level again, he wrapped his hands around the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss, seemingly not caring that he just shot his load down your throat. You let out a squeak and melted into him. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as you felt his out and proud cock brush against your hip. His right hand drifted down from your neck to your waist and he pulled your body flush against his. He flipped your places as he made out with you, caging you against the wall. You were like putty in his hands. He pulled away, saliva still connecting your mouths together.
“Ya know, surprise alleyway blowjobs are great and all, but I really like kissing you.”
Now it was your turn to go bashful.
He leaned in again, peppering kisses along your cheek and jawline until he finally reached your mouth again.
“Kiiiibaaa,” you drawled.
He pulled off of you and stepped back. “Yeah, yeah, I guess I don’t wanna be stuck in an alley all night either, we should get home,” he replied to your unspoken question. He leaned down to pull his briefs and pants up, getting a glance at your legs in the process, “damn, you really do have hooker knees right now.”
You rolled your eyes, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to wear shorts again for the next week or so as you wait for the bruises to dissipate.
“You’re such an idiot Keebs,” you giggled, but soon your tone got a bit more serious. “I was thinking though, my place is before yours and since we’re both still dealing with a little problem, do you maybe wanna come in?”
A wide grin spread across his face, “yeah, I think I’d like that.”